Moon and his team moved into the corridor where the three First Star Evolvers had fled. The passage was narrower than the main chamber, forcing them into a tighter formation. The tanks led, shields forward, with the rest of the team stacked behind them.
Crystals emitting light adorned the walls around them, dimming as they moved deeper into the corridor.
Moon walked behind the tanks, with a focused expression plastering his face. No sound escapes his ears, and no movement escapes his eyes, he was prepared for anything.
Although he didn't see, Moon knew where the three had fled. There was only one place they would run to, after all.
Back to their master. Back to the throne room where the woman with the red eyes sat surrounded by her chained servants and her inner circle.
They would be waiting in preparation. Fortified behind whatever defenses the Runesmith Lukas had time to set up, bolstered by whatever power the woman could provide.
